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“You know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

“I do know. I really do know.”

“Then why?”

“That’s not something I can explain, Deacon.”

“Try. Try to make me understand, Baby. It makes me crazy when you shut me out and don’t even try.”



“Deacon, I can’t!

“Are you afraid? Does it freak you out to think about us doing that? You said before–”

“I know what I said.”

“And still?”

“I guess.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”

“Are you serious? It’s that important to you?”

“It’s that important.”

“A dealbreaker, Deacon?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t know. If you won’t even talk about it… If you won’t even entertain it…”

“I didn’t say that. I didn’t say I wouldn’t entertain it.”

“But you won’t talk about it.”

“I want to. I want to but I can’t.”

“What if we talked to someone?”

“What, like a shrink?”

“A therapist. There are therapists who deal with this all the time. We can’t be the first.”

“If I can’t talk about it with you, what makes you think I can talk about it with a complete stranger?”

“Because sometimes that’s easier. Will you try?”

“I guess.”

“Really, Baby, will you try?”

“Yes. I’ll try. For you, Deacon, I’ll try.”